The Undy 5000 has come and gone, and I ran my race.
OK, so I didn’t set any land speed records, and I didn’t run faster than last year — slower by about two minutes, in fact — but I ran a better race this year. I was crazy nervous about this race. You see, this was my first race since Race for the Stars last summer, and while I knew I could run the distance from my treadmill work over the winter, it’s a whole different thing when pounding the pavement.
Add to that the cold, cold weather — about 35 degrees at racetime — and I was a nervous wreck.
Becky brought Bailey, which helped ease my nerves, and while we were standing there waiting to get going, a good friend of ours from work, Scott, showed up to run with me. Now, I’d tell you that I’m probably taking great liberties with the phrase run with me. I ran my 5km in just over 51 minutes; Scotty blazed the trail in under 30 minutes!
Like they say, even slow miles are better than no miles. I’ll take my slow miles, any day of the week.
And my slow miles actually went pretty well. The course is configured with the finish line sitting atop a rise. Last year, it’s all I could do to sorta jog (and mostly walk) up that rise. This year, I zoomed right up it. Part of that’s probably that I’m in a little better shape this year than last year, but it might also be that I paced myself better this year. Last year, I zoomed through the first half-mile or more in a big ol’ pack. This year, I didn’t start in the big pack, and I kept a little more consistent pace throughout the whole course.
Once the race was over, I got a little post-race sustenance, and waited for the Survivor’s Ceremony. This is a special time for me. All the survivors gather at the stage, and are honored for their successful fights. And once they’re honored, folks who’ve lost someone to CRC are brought up, and are honored. It’s a moving, moving ceremony. This year, though, the folks from the CCA added a little extra touch.
Each of the survivors got a finishers medal to honor us for running our race, and raising our funds.
I’m not one to toot my own horn, and I’m generally a little uncomfortable when someone does that for me. This was no exception, and I had a tough time holding myself together when the gal put the medal around my neck.
So I’d call it a success, both personally and for the CCA. I ran well and strong, I raised some money, and I got a medal. There’s just not a much better way to start a Saturday morning!